Hazelle Hunger Games Novels & Stories

And no one notices him since everyone is so busy giving their attention to the beloved woman for tonight. “Happy Birthday, our lovely Zelle.” Zelle turned around to greet her future father-in-law, “Thank you, Uncle Zeppelin,” Tonight is going to be a fantastic night for everyone. Their young miss, for whom they had cared for so many years, had reached another year. As beautiful as ever, nice and kind to others, exactly as they taught her. Gizelle Heirbert known as Zelle, is the last heir of the Heirbert family. Her parents died in a horrible accident years ago, leaving her alone in this world... until the mayor of the town, Zeppelin Randolph, came to save her and took care of her.

I said, still not knowing why she had been chosen as my mate. "Strange things have been happening ever since she moved into my house." I whispered. "What do you mean, Alpha,?" Irina asked, her keen eyes alert. There's no point in keeping anything back so I started by telling Irina everything right from my coronation day, how Hazel, a traitor's daughter and alleged murderer was chosen by the moon goddess to be my mate. Irina's eyes widened as I proceeded to tell her what happened a few nights ago when Hazel had a nightmare. I recounted how I felt her distress and had gone to her room but something strange came over me and I almost strangled her to death.

*HAZEL * Stepping out of the lobby felt like escaping a burning room. Evander’s gaze still clung to my skin — low, commanding, intrusive in the way it always used to be. Except now… he wasn’t looking at Hazel. He was speaking to Summers, a stranger with a new face, masked scent, and erased past. He had no idea who I was. I made sure of that the day I rose from the ashes of the girl he shattered. But his presence…

She said as she replaced the gun and walked back to the easy chair before finishing another glass and heaving from the bitter feeling that slithered past her throat to her earlobes and back. He cracked his knuckles and rested backwards on the bed. He pushed his hair back leaving some connected strands dangling on his forehead. She felt tired. Eyes droopy and brain pending. If what he was saying was true, and that he knew she was dangerous, why would he risk his life and approach her? He was waiting for her so he couldn't possibly be the 'thing' following her on her way home. What was that thing? Why was a Hian Hoshi there? What did he want from her? Why did Levi hold her? 'Wait, what?'

challenged Lizzy. Hazel was already holding her best friend's arm to keep her from messing with Bella. "Of course Mr. Alexander Reagan's mansion. There is no doubt about my great skills," said Bella arrogantly. "Enough Liz, no need to debate it anymore.” Hazel calmed her best friend who was starting to get angry. “I still haven't seen the signboard. It's too crowded. I'll wait for it to get quiet," continued Hazel to answer Lizzy’s first question about her placement.

Lily’s desperate voice rang in her ears as she grabbed Hazel’s arm from behind. Hazel whipped around, her wild eyes burning with frustration. "Let me go!" she yelled, yanking her arm. Lily tightened her grip. "Miss, please. You’re not well—" "I don’t feel good here!" Hazel shouted, her breathing uneven. "It holds my breath!" "I can't breathe in this place!" She struggled against Lily, her entire body shaking. But Lily didn’t let go. She couldn’t. If anything happened to Hazel, they were all as good as dead.

The Monday after Thanksgiving, Trisha landed past lunchtime, after Susan and Mike left, and didn’t give me a chance to even say hi. “Have you seen the news?” she cried, and smashed the phone in my face. I read the headline and frowned, trying to compute the words. Brandon Price is leaving Haunters after season ten. What the flying fuck? Trisha saw me gawk and pushed me to the east parlor. “May we?” she asked before pushing me in.

CHAPTER 18: Hazel's room was plagued by screams and yells as Serena had tortured her for hours on end. She was tired, wounded and worst of all, almost felt hopeless. The room was quiet as a graveyard now. The repetitive sound of water dropping in a shallow puddle on the concrete floor briefly dispelled the silence, but brought about a rather hypnotic aura…… Hazel's POV~ My body was weak. Every part of me groaned in pain. Serena was a witch! A demon! A devil! If I was going to survive, I needed to get the hell out of here. The bitch was out to kill me.

Hazel said crying as she rushed inside the house and searched for her mobile o the sofa where she had left it. Just as she was about dial his number, someone clamped her mouth shut, silencing her screams and the next moment she found herself sniffing something and everything blacked out..... _______________ When Hazel’s eyes opened, she found herself in a small shabby room. The room stinks and Hazel wanted to instantly puke. Her body didn’t supported her and next she puked on her clothes. She shook her head in disgust as she wiped her mouth with her hands. A helpless cry escaped her mouth on her dirty condition.

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.